[AGL] Fw: Irish Blessing

[Frances Morey]

I love little true-life vignettes like this one from Phil Waters, so I send it on. I trust that there are more than twenty people on this ghetto list and therefore I am eligible for good luck in three hours. 
It's 8:30 on morning. I am all tuckered out from yesterday's activities--kayaking, busting clods in the Star Wildflower Bed and yoga--so today is my day of rest. Let's see what transpires around 11:30 a.m. Thursday, November 20, 2009.
Best,
Frances
 

--- On Thu, 11/20/08, Phil Waters <pwats at hal-pc.org> wrote:

From: Phil Waters <pwats at hal-pc.org>
Subject: Irish Blessing
To: pwats at hal-pc.org
Date: Thursday, November 20, 2008, 2:59 AM







His name was  Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make  a living for his family,  he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog.  He dropped his tools and ran to the  bog. 

There, mired to  his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to  free himself. 

Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a  slow and terrifying death.


The next day, a  fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An  elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the  father of the boy Farmer Fleming had  saved.




'I want to repay  you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's  life.'




'No, I can't  accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the  offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family  hovel.


'Is that your  son?' the nobleman asked.


'Yes,' the farmer  replied proudly.




'I'll make you a  deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy  If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we  both will be proud of.' And that he  did.

Farmer Fleming's  son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's  Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout  the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of  Penicillin.


Years afterward,  the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with  pneumonia.

What saved his  life this time? Penicillin.


The name of the  nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill . His son's  name? 


Sir Winston  Churchill. 


Someone once  said: What goes around comes  around.


Work like you  don't need the money.


Love like you've  never been hurt.


Dance like  nobody's watching.


Sing like  nobody's listening.


Live like it's  Heaven on Earth.


It's National  Friendship Week. 

Send this to everyone you  consider 

A FRIEND.


Pass this on, and  brighten some one's day..


AN IRISH  FRIENDSHIP WISH: You had better  send this back!! Good  Luck! 


I hope it  works... 


May there always  be work for your hands to do;


May your purse  always hold a coin or two;


May the sun  always shine on your windowpane;


May a rainbow be  certain to follow each rain;


May the hand of a  friend always be near you;


May God fill your  heart with gladness to cheer you.

May you be in heaven  a half hour before the devil knows you're dead.

OK, this is what  you have to do.... Send this to all of your  friends.


But - you HAVE to  send this within 1 hour from when you open  it!


Now.....Make  A wish!! I hope you made your  wish!


Now then, if you  send to: 


1 person --- your  wish will be granted in 1 year


3 people --- 6  months 


5 people --- 3  months 


6 people --- 1  month 


7  people --- 2 weeks 


8 people --- 1  week


9 people --- 5  days 


10 people --- 3  days 


12 people --- 2  days 


15 people --- 1  day 

20 people --- 3  hours 

If you delete  this after you read it, you will have 1 year of bad  luck!

But, if you send  it to 2 of your friends, you will automatically have 3 years good  luck!!! 
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